Chapter 131 The Agreement at Dusk (14)

"What's going on?" Qi Leren, who had just put on the ring and encountered an accident, woke up from his beautiful dream and asked in fear and anxiety.

Ning Zhou looked at the direction of the thick smoke and frowned and said, "It seems to be the direction of the crystal refining factory."

The Land of Dusk provides electricity by refining demon crystals. The importance of the crystal refiner is self-evident. Once there is a problem with the crystal refiner, the power supply system will soon fall into danger.

What should come will always come. Qi Leren, who has always vaguely foreshadowed that something big will happen, was not relieved or even more worried when he saw the high-hanging boot fall off.

"Let's go, let's meet with everyone first." Qi Leren said.

The two quickly rushed to the bonfire. Chen Baiqi glanced at their hands when they saw them, as if they were not surprised. Qi Leren suddenly remembered that with Ning Zhou and Chen Baiqi's relationship, she probably knew that Ning Zhou would propose to him on that day, so she was actually waiting for the scene where they took out the ring together and were confused?

My heart is too dirty!

"It's not clear what's going on now." Chen Baiqi said to the two.

"BOSS said that if any accident happened, all staff members would immediately return to the trial center." Miaoli said, looking at Al, "Was that what he said yesterday?"

Al, who always looked sleepy and lazy, was extremely awake at this moment: "...well."

The illusionist tweeted: "I guess he knew something would happen if he had known. I'll send Xiaozhi back to the courtroom first."

Xiaozhi looked at the people who were discussing fiercely, and was very confused about what was happening around him. Suddenly, he twitched for a moment, and his eyes fainted.

Qi Leren was startled and the illusionist picked up Xiaozhi: "It's okay, it should be the prophet who woke up."

"He is indeed the incarnation of the prophet." He finally confirmed the guess and said quietly.

The illusionist said angrily: "What else? Will I still bring his son?"

Qi Leren thought to himself that this is no different from raising his son. Guan Tian, ​​Guan Di and Teacher Guan will be stunning when seeing a couple kissing.

"The prophet is awake, it seems that things are not simple..." Chen Baiqi said, and another explosion came from another place in the dusk town. She frowned, "Power supply plant, it's really troublesome now."

As if to prove her words, the street lights on the roadside in the distance were extinguished one by one, and the whole dusk country fell into a disturbing darkness. Unsettling screams came from the crowd in the distance, and a riot was approaching.

"You judiciary, escort Aya back immediately and protect Xiaozhi. I will send Xixi and the others to the nearby emergency shelter." Chen Baiqi said.

"I'll go with you. You may be in danger alone." Qi Leren said.

Chen Baiqi shook his head: "You're the best..."

As she said that, she looked at the white light on Miaoli and others in surprise. The white light suddenly rose from her feet, wrapping up the people in the trial, illusionists, Al, Miaoli, and Xiaozhi, immediately swallowed up by the white light and disappeared on the beach.

"The prophet started the summoning teleportation and urgently recalled the people from the court." Chen Baiqi said solemnly, realizing the seriousness of the matter.

Ning Zhou and Qi Leren were not teleported away. Chen Baiqi looked at the two and sighed: "You send Aya back, I'll take them to the shelter."

Aya said calmly: "I'll go over by myself and see if the prophet needs help."

As soon as she finished speaking, she folded her hands on her chest and closed her eyes. The power from her resonated with the uncrowned king under the ground of the Judicial Office. Soon a white light rose from her feet. Before leaving, she nodded to everyone and said, "Be careful."

Du Yue said optimistically: "Nothing should be wrong."

"That may not be the case. The prophet has woken up. This time things may not be simple." Chen Baiqi said lightly.

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In the quiet underground ice palace, under the azure ice lake, the ice-blue underwater lotus formed a vortex, moving the lid of the ice coffin away. The ice surface cracked inch by inch, making a crisp sound of shattering. The fortune teller sitting on the shore stood up, his eyes as if he had passed through the blindfold and saw everything on the ice.

The prophet floated out of the water, and there were no traces of water on his body, and it was spotless.

"They are here." The prophet said calmly, feeling everything that happened in his realm.

"It's not as expected. I just didn't expect that they chose today." The fortune teller said softly with his slender fingers playing with a stack of cards.

"Because this is a special day," the prophet said with a smile.

"Because today is the day of establishment?" asked the fortune teller.

"That's right, this day has a special meaning to me."

"Is it because you built a great field on this day?" The fortune teller is familiar with this history.

But the prophet shook his head: "No, I just found a real self on this day."

The fortune teller asked in confusion: "What is your true self?"

The prophet nodded: "It's that kind of... you suddenly realize that your life was just living in vain, your soul was just an ordinary person among the countless beings, and whether your existence or not is meaningless to the world. Until that day, you understand why you live."

"Why?" asked the fortune teller.

The prophet asked replies without answering: "Where are you? Cassandra, what did you understand on the day you realize the truth of the world?"

The fortune teller smiled, the smile belonging to a temple priest, and it looked cold because it was flawless: "I understand that I am just a doll of God, a toy that was used for fun. He cruelly tortured me and gave me a life-threatening fate, and I hated Him."

There was a clear surprise in the prophet's eyes: "Is it only hate?"

"What else? I was supposed to be the princess of the empire, but I was born with a prophecy. A wizard predicted that my eyes would witness the destruction of the empire. So my parents blinded my eyes in the cradle and sent me to the temple. In my childhood, I thought I was just an orphan. Fortunately, I was chosen as the priest who served the gods. The noble king and queen even adopted me as my adopted daughter. I was grateful for the humble. At that time, there were only two wishes left in my life, one was to heal my eyes, and the other was to find my parents. Later, he... a witch doctor cured my eyes, and followed by the invasion of the empire. My life came to the surface, but I didn't.

Let me get the honor I should have, but instead let my biological parents, the most noble couple in the empire, send me to the stolen rack, and once again blinded my eyes with a soldering iron." The fortune teller gently lifted up his skirt, revealing his legs covered with burn marks. "In that inhuman pain, I suddenly saw something outside this world... Those who came to my world, called players, the god who created the world... It was then that I realized that the family affection I attached was just an illusion created, and the fate I saw was just a lie woven randomly. It was obviously false, but it caused my lifelong pain. You said, shouldn't I hate it?"

The prophet sighed softly: "I know that when I first saw you, you hated deeply. But I didn't expect that the long time and new freedom still did not heal your pain."

"Free? Are you free?" asked the fortune teller, "Besides that world, there is this world, and beyond this world, there are other worlds. We have never been free and have never truly mastered our own destiny. I am not free, so are you."

The prophet smiled: "From ancient times, even ten thousand years later, all living beings are prisoners dancing in shackles. No one is as free as he wants, even God. In the peaceful world in the past, I thought I was free, but in fact I was not. I just lived by the rules, but I thought I was free, which was meaningless freedom. Now, my shoulders bear unprecedented weight, but those forces that do not bind me, they give me meaning. Cassandra, don't let the shackles bind your soul, and don't forget what you want most."

The fortune teller's hand trembled and a card slid from her hand.

Reversed, the wheel of destiny.

"The shepherd is here." The prophet looked in the direction of the gate.

An old shepherd, leaning on a wooden stick to drive a sheep, and a face full of traces of torture from time to time, looked so terrifying. If Qi Le were here, he would have recognized this person immediately because he was so impressive.

This shepherd, who lived in the back mountain of the Dead Island for many years, and Chen Baiqi's teacher, had left the island and came to the underground ice palace of the Inquisition.

"The devil has arrived, just like back then, coming in a fierce battle. After twenty-two years, can you still fight?" the shepherd asked in an old and hoarse voice.

"It's been a long time to prepare." The prophet smiled slightly and replied confidently.

"Very good." said the shepherd.

"It's just that, please sir." said the Prophet.

"It must be worthy of your commitment."
Chapter completed!